I don’t wanna be the only one ’round here
Everything I’m saying’s falling on deaf ears
Come to get you if you make another sound
Make you an example since you call it home
Anyone who listens is gonna get theirs when the water floods down
Into the rabbit hole

Hands up if you think you’re gonna save us now
Before we shoot the messenger for talking too loud
We’ll keep you on the run
We get what we want

Every which way you go they’re gonna hunt you down
Making you believe a lot of sticks and bricks can get you stoned
Cause anyone who listens is gonna get theirs when the water floods down
Into the rabbit hole

You think we gone around
You think we gone around no one
Just feeding the flame
Arresting the fight
And it’s a cold day in hell
It’ll be a cold day in hell
Growing up
Just feeding the flame
Arresting the fight
With fire, with fire
In the rabbit hole

I write when I have an idea burning in my head that I need to get out on paper before my brain catches fire. The more things go wrong at school with my teaching job, a given when teaching in a public school, the more I have burning ideas in my head. There are enough flammable coals up there as it is, that I write something every day.

My day usually stacks up similar to yours. Substitute exercise for errands though. I am always running around doing something. There just isn’t enough time in the day to get everything I want done, done.